THE LADY IN RED HAS HER OWN GOOD

 

 THE LADY IN RED HAS HER OWN GOOD

They said she’s too proud

She casted her shadow on herself

She sees nothing than herself

They said her cost is too high

They said she’s rude sometimes

May God forgive the day of her birth

But in spite of these

The lady in red has her own good

The bad lady has her own good

A night with her is a journey to paradise

The journey they  will never pray to end

A refreshing spirit the soul cannot deny.

She walked in the street

Everybody passed their own comments

Those that their life stand no chance again

talk ill of her

Women murmured  about  her

The jealous one wish she has long died

The young millionaire dream to dare

her touch

The big men in the city took a flash at the memorable day

at her healing balm
 

The air stood still to honour her passer by

Men of stain mind cannot  dare to ignore her beauty

The lady in red has her own good

The bad lady has her own good

They stood to take their turn

The more you wait the more your cost

The couch you sit on must be paid for

The cool air from air conditional must be paid for

If you were offered a glass of cool water

Then your pay become a wonder for a middle class man.

She is tired

She could no longer serve any mortal

But still

She’s a food for an hungry soul which cannot observe fasting

A precious delicacy that means a lot to their soul

“A simple touch will be enough for us” they said

“The spring  from your belly is enough for our dying spirit”

Then your pay become a frighten to a top class man

The lady in red has her own good

The bad lady has her own good

She  will shakes the body to its deepest length

Tighten the loose bolts in the bone and marrow

Reduce the stress of long serving labour

Safe the soul for yet another day

The lady in red has her own good

The bad lady has her own good.

Composed by Oluwajohnson

Inspired From The Nature

05/05/2016